Providing Insights on Leadership and Success. Coach Bechler is a John Maxwell Leadership Team Member.
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As a middle schooler, my mother wouldnât let me play tackle football. I figured Iâd be able to talk her out of it prior to entering high school.
I guess I overestimated my lawyering skills.
Basketball was everything to me. It was my favorite sport. When I was in 7th grade, I was riding the bus home after school. My brother, who was three years younger than me was acting up quite a bit on the bus that particular day.
The Dos Equis guy might be called “the most interesting man in the world” but to me, Frank Bechler held that title.
This weekend is special for me.
December 10, 1943 was my dad’s birthday.
Even though he is no longer here physically, not a day goes by that I donât think of him. His impact on me has been what youâd hope a dadâs impact would be.
My small Michigan high school had a great deal of success on both the gridiron and the hard courts.
Jonesville High School had some really good athletes that played both sports but we also had two great head coaches ⌠Bill Dunn in basketball and Greg Morrison in football.
Because my mother wouldnât allow me to play football … why mom why?!?đ … I was one of the few players on my high school basketball team that didnât also play football.
Good morning, good afternoon, or good evening to you whenever youâre reading this. Where I’m at it’s a good day … with an emphasis on the GOOD because today we’re announcing our new book.
For years people have been asking us to put together a collection of some of our best thoughts, ideas, insights, and quotes. Well, weâve finally listened and today are announcing that weâll be releasing “The Coachâs Bulletin Board” in early September.
When I was in middle school, I had a friend named Bill.
We would go over to each otherâs house and play GI Joe or football in the backyard.
We were in a class together that required a partner assignment. Bill and I put a lot of work into that assignment. We thought we had something good. When the grades were given, I got an âAâ and Bill got an âFâ.
Believe it or not, I was voted “Teacher’s Pet” in my graduating class. To this day, I don’t know how that was the case. Regardless of whether I agreed with it, I had to take a yearbook picture with Judith Shannon, my dreaded English teacher.